[destielficlets]

Hi! Do you know of any Destiel/Dirty Dancing fics? I just watched the movie and now I’m craving a little Cas/Baby & Dean/Johnny action.

I haven’t read any, but I did find one Dirty Dancing rec on DFF:

Hungry Eyes by AlreadyPainfullyGone (m, ~30.7k)

Destiel, Dirty Dancing AU. Castiel's family vacations in the Catskills, Castiel somehow winds up behind the scenes of the resort, involved witht he employee's, one of whom is trying very hard to keep something hidden. You'll only need one guess. 

If anyone has any other Dirty Dancing crossovers they can recommend, please send them my way!

[lemonsorbae]

Quarantined/Social Distancing Rec Lists

Anyone have any DeanCas Rec list requests while the world falls apart?

Drop your requests in my inbox if you’ve got them, I’ll see what I can find! 🦠😷❤️

[lemonsorbae]

someone really wants me to read this fic, haha.

Defiant by thestorygirl

[destielficlets]

show/film recommendations (besides spn)?

I just finished The Umbrella Academy and definitely recommend it. Ugh, it was so good I think I’m going to watch it again. :/

Also:

Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt

How To Get Away With Murder

Great News

New Girl

Parks and Rec

The Office

Superstore

Stranger Things

Arrested Development

Voltron: Legendary Defender (okay, confession: I haven’t actually finished this and don’t know if I will, but I’ve watched the first three or four seasons a bunch of times, so...)

anything Studio Ghibli...

Most of those are quirky funny shows, nothing like Supernatural, but The Umbrella Academy is definitely more inline with the feel of SPN. How To Get Away With Murder is, too.

If anyone else has some recs, send them disappeter’s way.

<3

[ltleflrt]

*siiiiiiiiigh* 

AU Idea:

Mary’s alive, but John died in a car accident.  Dean and Sam were in the car with him, he was driving them home from a baseball game.  Sam was fine, but Dean nearly didn’t survive because his throat got all sliced up.  The doctors did their best with surgery, but Dean’s lost his ability to speak in more than a whisper, and most of the time he doesn’t bother.  

Anyway, he and Sam grow up fine, and Dean works in Mary’s flower shop when he grows up.  He wants to take over the shop someday when Mary retires.

A handsome blue eye’d man comes in looking stressed and ruffled and asks Dean to help him get flowers for his mother.  He seems to agitated to notice that Dean’s completely quiet while he’s telling the story about how he’s been so busy at the career she nagged him into that he forgot her birthday, and she’ll make his life miserable if he doesn’t make it up to her.  Dean listens intently as he starts pulling together flowers, building a boquet that basically says “I’m sorry” and “I love you” because he can tell by the warmth in the man’s voice that he’s truly upset about disappointing her because he cares about her.  He rings up the flowers, and gives a smile and a wave when the man pauses on his way out the door to thank him for his work.

Dean doesn’t ever expect to see him again, but the man comes back the next week.  This time he wants to get something for his secretary since she’s out on maternity leave. He’s quieter this time, just talking fondly of her and how happy he is for her.  Dean adds a little green balloon with  “congrats!” printed on it to the arrangement this time.

It becomes a regular weekly occurrence, and over time the man introduces himself as Castiel and Dean’s able to communicate that talking really isn’t his thing.  Castiel doesn’t seem to mind, though.  He always asks Dean how his day is going, and smiles brightly when all he gets is a thumbs up or an eyeroll in response.

Anyway, of course Dean decides to ask him out by sending him a bouquet.  Every flower has meaning and that makes his mother’s eyes sparkle when she sees him putting it together, but he sticks his tongue out at her and writes out a card just in case Castiel doesn’t figure it out on his own.

Castiel responds by buying a single red rose, and then handing it back over the counter to Dean.

[sleepeatspn-deactivated20250109]

deancas coffee shop au: featuring dean’s terrible (yet successful) pickup lines

[puppycastiel]

Dean catches the twitch of the stranger’s lips and feels like his heart could beat out of his chest. It’s not often he gets this nervous, but those eyes, that smile…

Christ.

“So, what makes you think it’ll work on me?” the guy asks softly, his cheeks a little pink.

Dean blinks. Was this guy serious? “Well, uh, I mean… Have you seen you?”

That gets a blush, full and unmistakable, and Dean will literally kick himself if he doesn’t his number. “Look, I um… I know I’m being forward, and if you tell me to fuck off, I will but-”

“But if I don’t?”

Oh, Dean’s a goner. He glances at the coffee already on the table, then meets the guy’s gaze. “Can I take you to dinner?”

(Came through for a study break but this was too cute. (Thanks, @angvlicmish​​!) To the surprise of absolutely no one, Dean is blushy and sweet and Cas is charmed. Their first date that night is at a tiny Italian restaurant, and a few weeks later, Dean shows up at the coffee shop in sweats to bring back coffee for Cas, who’s still asleep. They also frequent the coffee shop on future dates, and sometimes when Dean arrives after Cas, he goes up to his boyfriend and drops a pick up line. His favorite is “Babe, I love you a-latte.” because he’s a gigantic nerd who loves his man.)

[deancasauwhere]

dean and cas are roommates who go to a hockey game together (rooting for opposite teams). when the kiss cam starts up and the first pair on screen refuse to kiss, dean (who’s been majorly pining for years) turns to cas and says “i would kiss you, if they put it on us” 

[puppycastiel]

Meanwhile, Cas is too caught off guard to respond, even though he should say something. Anything. Dean has literally given him his chance on a silver platter. But he’s too stunned and the moment passes and he thinks he laughs it off but can’t even hear himself over the roaring in his ears. He also thinks he sees Dean’s face fall a little, though that just might be his imagination.

Dean’s team loses (1 to 4), which honestly surprises both of them because Cas’ team is just… not good. And any other day, Cas would tease Dean to his heart’s content, but something shifted between them during the Kiss Cam and they’re both silent in the Uber headed home.

Cas replays the moment, over and over, and the more he does, the more details he remembers. Like the shy, cautious hope in Dean’s wide eyes and the hint of pink that colored his face. So, when they’re back in their apartment and Dean turns to him tiredly and says, “I, um… I… Night, Cas,” Cas thinks ‘Fuck it’ and walks up to Dean and cradles his face and kisses him right there.

And surprise is a good look on Dean, all parted lips and gorgeous, flushed cheeks. It’s Cas’ turn to speak and he doesn’t mess up this time.

“You don’t need a Kiss Cam to kiss me, Dean.”

This was inspired by the two friends who were sitting behind me and @preciousmish​ at the game tonight. To the one bro who is clearly pining: we hope your love is reciprocated and you get many Soft™ kisses. xo

[thebloggerbloggerfun]

“Oh yeah? Meet me by the flagpole after school, Novak!”

“Maybe I will, Winchester!”

Charlie glanced up from her biology book as she watched the two part ways down the hall, rolling her eyes at the half dozen or so people they’d managed to get to stare after them in concern. 

“What happened?” Garth whispered, leaning in close. “Why are they fighting?”

Charlie sighed and tucked her bookmark into the pages. 

“They’re not. That’s just where they meet to make out.”

“Then why did they -”

“They’re dramatic, Garth.” 

[envydeanwrites]

Church and State

Pairing: Destiel Tags: Doctor!Cas, Nurse!Dean, re-establishing boundaries, Fluff, Hospital AU, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship, Word Count: 2,242 Summary:   Dean calls Castiel sweetheart while at work in front of a patient which goes against their personal relationship rules and despite now being married, they still have to work through it. Read on AO3 | Written for the @deancas-sweetheart challenge 

Castiel had an emergency call-in, so Dean hadn’t seen him since he was briefly awoken around 3am. He remembered the quick kiss Castiel had carefully planted on his shoulder before rolling out of bed. Dean promptly rolled into Castiel’s warm spot and fell asleep again until his alarm woke him up at a slightly more reasonable time.

Once he got to the hospital, he put Castiel’s lunch in the doctor’s lounge and fired him a quick text. He wasn’t expecting Castiel to reply any time soon as he knew he was busy. Instead Dean collected his charts and made to do his rounds.

“Morning, Mrs. Moseley, how are we this morning? Any pain?” He asked as he swung into the woman’s room.

She smiled sweetly at him, before telling him she was feeling much better than the day before. Dean was glad for that, she’d come in with appendicitis and the surgeons had quickly and efficiently removed the offending organ.

“That’s great to hear, Missouri, I hope today is good for you.” Dean replies cheerfully before heading out to see his next patient. It was a new one, named Lisa Braeden who’d been involved in an RTC. From her chart she seemed mostly unharmed, a few minor cuts and bruises. She was, however, experiencing memory issues after blacking out at the scene. It was a simple job, Dean just had to collect her vitals and ask her a few questions. She had a son too, visiting her in the hospital. If anything, Dean knew he’d be able to reassure him.

When Dean entered the room, his husband was right there. He grinned widely and despite the fact he was talking, walked right up to him and stood as close as possible.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Dean whispered.

Castiel shot him a glare and carries on talking. The woman in the bed seemed aware of the exchange but didn’t comment.

“Dean, if you wouldn’t mind, young Ben needs a few stitches in his head from the accident. There’s a bed free in cubicle two.” The words stung even if they weren’t meant to, he understood that this was how it was meant to be.

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[domesticadventures]

white noise. 11x18 coda. deancas. (ao3)

“Dean.”

His name is the first thing Cas says when Lucifer is gone and he has regained control over his own voice. It sounds strange to his own ears, as though during the weeks he was absent, his body has forgotten what he sounds like.

Dean is clinging to him fiercely, arms around his back, fingers of one hand digging into his side, fingers of the other grasping at the hair at the back of his neck. Dean is holding him up. Dean is holding onto him so tightly that he thinks it should hurt, but he barely even feels it.

Everything feels fake, like he’s watching it on an old TV, like he’s trying to pick up images and sounds and sensations through the static. Dean is holding onto him and he’s saying, “You idiot. You goddamn idiot.” His voice keeps catching and breaking. Must be bad reception, Cas thinks.

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[storybookstrange]

Alfie Walks on Land, Not on Water

a/n: for Abi, happy birthday bub! i actually managed to drag my butt into a doc and write something down instead of dreaming it up for this special occasion. — dean x cas, roommates!au, ~3,3k [ao3]

[storybookstrange]

“When did that Cas-whatever guy say he was coming?”

Dean was standing in the doorway to his recently moved in room, trying to figure out how someone had managed to jam the key so far into the lock that it seemed impossible to twist it back out. He was sorely tempted to immerse himself in a few calculations evaluating the necessary force, angle and dedication applied by the person who must have obviously held a personal vendetta against the poor safety device, when Benny walked by, a box of nails and a hammer in his hands. Dean snapped his eyes away from their close inspection of the lock and turned to face Benny, who had come to a stop with a long-suffering expression peaking out from underneath his winter break beard.

“Brother, I told you this how many times already? His name’s Castiel and he plans on arriving around six. That’s in about ten minutes.”

Benny moved further down the hallway before turning around with a smirk. “I also told him we’d help with his boxes and the ah-“ A raised eyebrow. “Cage for his tortoise.”

“His tortoise? Isn’t that the same as a turtle?” Seeing that Benny made to open his mouth, Dean continued quickly. “Actually, never mind, how come I wasn’t informed our new roommate has a reptile pet?”

Benny snorted and walked on into his room, speaking back over his shoulder. Seriously, Dean was fifty percent of the decision-making committee here and a pet should warrant mentioning. Even though turtles were pretty hilarious with their sturdy little legs and wiggle-y walk, not that he’d ever admit to that out loud. Benny would probably crack a rib laughing at him.

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[destielficlets]

Writers Who Take DeanCas Prompts:

I'm looking to update destielficlets’ Writers Who Take Prompts list. 

(Yes, destielficlets is coming back soon. :D)

If you actively take prompts for Destiel, please reblog this post and say “I do!” (or something along those lines) in the caption. I'll get you added to the list as soon as possible! 

(If you're just trying to signal boost, that's fine too, but please tag it with signal boost so I know not to add you. ;D)

TIA! XD

(Let’s play how many emoji’s I can use in a single post.)

[destielficlets]

If I make this blog active again, is anyone still around to follow updates, etc?

[powerfulweak]

Complete this conservation: "Mr. Winchester and Mr. Novak, your son has gotten into a fight for the second time this week. We're going to have to suspend him till Tuesday"

“Mr. Winchester and Mr. Novak…” Mr Gault stares down over the top of his glasses at the two men. “Your son has gotten into a fight for the second time this week.” Dean notices a barely noticeable curve to the man’s lip; a smirk if he ever saw one.

“We’re going to have to suspend him till Tuesday,” Mr. Gault continues, “At the very least.” The pleased expression across his face grows bigger. This man actually seems to be taking a weird sort of pleasure in kicking Matthew out of school.

The kid is six. How bad could the fight have been?

Dean’s nostrils flare and he opens his mouth, ready to read the guy the riot act, but he feels Cas’ hand on his arm.

“Mr. Gault, this seems a little extreme.” Castiel appears the picture of composure, but Dean can spot the barely concealed anger in that steely, unblinking stare. “Isn’t detention the normal protocol for something like this?” Mr. Gault’s mouth becomes a thin line.

“Normally, yes, but in situations where a student is injured-“

“Matthew hurt a kid?!” Dean blurts out incredulously. “Why the-“

“Um, actually, your son was the one… injured.” Gault admits. Castiel and Dean blink in unison.

“Another child hurt Matthew and he’s the one getting a suspension?” Castiel’s tone seems to drop the temperature in the room five degrees.

“He instigated the fight,” Gault counters. “And this hasn’t been the first time-“

“So why is this the first time we’re hearing about this?” Castiel crosses his arms over his chest defiantly, and now Dean feels like he’s the one who needs to hold his husband at bay.

“You seem to be dancing around the situation and placing the blame on our kid.” Dean narrows his eyes. “How about we ask Matthew what happened?” Gault’s shoulders straighten, and it appears like he’s calling Dean’s bluff.

“Alright.” He picks up the phone on his desk and hits two buttons, talking to someone on the other line and asking them to send Matthew in. The office door opens a second later and Matthew walks in sullenly, remnants of dried blood under his nose and a rather nice bruise on his forehead. Castiel and Dean both rush to him, talking over each other to ask if he’s alright.

“Matthew,” Castiel says, lightly placing a hand on Dean’s shoulder and quieting Dean. “Can you tell us about the fight?” Matthew gives a sullen nod.

“Eric Roth invited all the kids in class to his birthday,” Matthew sniffs, “But he said I couldn’t come.”

Castiel frowns. “Well, Matthew, that’s no reason to start a fight-“

“He said I’m gross because I have two dads.” A whimper escapes Matthew’s throat and he wipes as his face with his sleeve. The room goes quiet enough to hear a pin drop and both Das and Dean twist around to look at a very bewildered Mr. Gault.

“Has this happened before, Matthew?” Castiel asks, his voice barely constrained and his eyes not leaving Gault. Matthew nods.

“He told the other kids not to talk to me because my dads are dirty-“

“Our son is getting bullied and you’re punishing him?!” Dean blurts out as he jumps to his feet, towering over the vice principle.

“Uh, well… I was told he started the-“

“I don’t care who the hell started the fight,” Dean snaps. “You’re ignoring abuse of your students and then blaming the victim when they fight back?”

“They shouldn’t be fighting at all-“

“And this has happened repeatedly.” Castiel finally lets the calm facade drop. “Have Eric Roth’s parents been made aware of their child’s behavior?”

“Well, he’s not the instigator-“

“We’re done here,” Dean announces firmly, scooping up a still sniffing Matthew into his arms. “I expect to hear that you’ve addressed the issues of bullying in your school and you won’t be suspending our child when he’s the victim.” Castiel and Dean walk out Mr. Gault’s office, leaving the man still gaping like a floundering fish.

As soon as they are out in the parking lot, Dean pulls back to take a look at Matthew. “You doing ok, buddy?” Matthew gives a small nod.

“Yeah,” he mumbles.

“Don’t worry about that Eric boy,” Castiel says, patting Matthew’s back comfortingly. “Dad and I will make sure to talk to his mom.”

“Did he hit you in the nose, Matt?” Dean asks. Matthew nods. “Your forehead too?”

“No, I head-butted him,” Matthew says. Dean can’t help but laugh.

“That’s my boy,” he says.

“Don’t encourage him,” Castiel says with a playful slap across his chest.

[castielrisingabove]

The End of the World

12x10 coda

Long after the beer in their bottles had warmed, long after Sam had excused himself to ‘do some research,’ Dean and Castiel sat at the table in silence. Dean shot furtive glances at Castiel, who had taken to rubbing his thumb around the opening of his bottle.

The silence was deafening.

“It wouldn’t be the end of the world, you know,” Cas said abruptly. Dean blinked. After today, Cas could be referring to just about anything.

“My death,” Cas continued, thumb moving in slow, methodical circles around the top, “It wouldn’t be the end of the world.”

“Cas…” Dean’s voice was rough, thick with worry. He’d heard enough of what the angel, and Lily, for that matter, had said to him. Not to mention nobody could hold a self-grudge quite as well as the angel.

“You saw how today went,” Castiel continued evenly, “You almost died. Again. Because of me.”

“Pretty sure you weren’t the one coming at me with an angel blade,” Dean replied, weakly trying (and failing) to interject a tone of humor.

Cas scoffed. “It doesn’t change the fact it was my mistake that dragged you into the mess to begin with. It was my mistake Lily Sunders was dragged into it too and…” he paused, thumb on the edge of the rim, balancing over a precipice it seemed. Cas sighed, his hand fell away from the bottle. “Perhaps it wouldn’t be the worst thing for you if I was gone.”

The floor seemed to fall away and Dean had to stifle a gasp. He’d spent most of his time nursing a not-so-subtle anger at Cas and when Cas had returned it, Dean had taken that as a sign that Cas was fine. And yeah, Cas offering to let Lily take him down would have been worrisome, but Cas was smart, he was kind, he was just saying what she needed to hear…wasn’t he?

Castiel proffered a small smile, looking up at Dean at last. “At least you wouldn’t have to worry about my stupid ideas anymore, right?“  

It’s said with some humor, like Cas expects Dean to agree and smile right alongside him. Dean just felt sick to his stomach. Taking a shaky breath, Dean stood. Made his way to Cas. Knelt at the angel’s feet, anchoring himself by putting both hands on Cas’ knees as he looked into the angel–his angel’s eyes.

“I would never recover.”

Cas blinked. “What?”

“If you die, man. I…I wouldn’t recover.”

Castiel sat frozen in place, his hand still next to the empty beer bottle.

“It might not be the end of the world, but it would be the end of my world. Cas, I had to face that today, with the banishing symbol and you have no idea–” Dean was breathless now, trying to say the things he could rarely bring himself to even admit, “I know the angels say we treat you bad. And I–I do and I’m sorry, man, but I can’t lose you. Not again.”

Hanging his head, Dean tried to say the other things, the other, far more secret words. The sort of words that the angels would likely claim corrupted Castiel beyond repair. So he wouldn’t say them. He couldn’t. A silent I love you was all he could give Cas.

But as he struggled, a strange thing happened. The faintest of touches on his hands. Dean looked down, really looked, to see Castiel’s hands hovering over his own. They locked eyes. Castiel let his hands drop firmly atop Dean’s.

“You’re worth falling for, you know.”

I love you too.

[avyssoseleison]

“Dean Winchester.”

“Castiel Novak,” Castiel introduces himself in return, firmly shaking the hand he has been offered, “As my boss has probably already informed you, I will be your new bodyguard.”

“Will you?” Dean questions as he raises an eyebrow, unimpressed in a way that speaks of many years of experience with new bodyguards. Not that Castiel looks particularly unpromising – there have been many who have made a worse first impression, looking as though they were only in it for the money or the prestige of being able to call Dean Winchester their employee –, but also not particularly promising. Truthfully, he almost seems to have walked right out of a fashion photo shoot or some old-timey mafia movie, what with the snugly fitting suit and the tousled hair, but not a well-renowned personal protector agency.

Still, he will have to do for now. Dean is about to go on a campaign that will lead him through many events and meetings that have been set up to promote familiarity and intimacy with his possible voters, meaning that he will have to get up close and personal with them. Having more than one bodyguard – or one who looks more like one and less like Novak – with him would interfere with the whole ‘I’m one of you, vote for me’ vibe he’s striving for, and it’s not like there’s any time left to choose another guard for himself. Not with his campaign starting tomorrow.

Castiel does nothing more than quirk one corner of his mouth at Dean’s pointed question and tilt his head to the side just so. “Unless you have any objections.” There’s not even a challenge in his words or eyes, just calm reassurance and a frankly impressive ‘I don’t give a fuck either way’ attitude.

It drives a small shiver down Dean’s spine, one that’s not entirely unpleasant, and has him sigh in resignation.

“No,” he waves him off, although he already feels himself regretting his decision,“none.”

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[greywrenn]

Spelling Matters

(In light of the Cas/Cass controversy of late)

Dean’s never been a fan of malls: too crowded, stores with overpriced shit he doesn’t need (or can’t afford or will fall apart in about ten seconds, given their lives), but his phone is busted (thanks, vamp), and the nearest store to get a replacement is nestled between a Hot Topic and a Claire’s.

(As soon as he gets a new phone, he’s snapping a pic and sending it to Claire, asking her if she wants anything sparkly and pink from her signature store. She said she finally saw Caddyshack and thought it was dumb; she’s earned this.)

He marches past the Hot Topic, but the display outside the store stops him in his tracks.

Supernatural merchandise.

As if the books weren’t bad enough, there are t-shirts now. And bumper stickers. And action figures and–ok, so knowing there’s an action figure out there of you is kinda cool. But still.

He eyes the display, shakes his head in disbelief, and is prepared to keep going when he notices something about the Castiel merch.

“What the hell? That’s not right,” he frowns, picking up a box with a trenchcoated figured inside.

“I know, right?” a cheery voice says from beside him. He turns and finds a guy, probably in his mid-20s, giving him a look of commiseration. “The angel blade is all wrong.”

Dean glances at the fake silver blade in the action figure’s hand, and yeah, it looks more like the angel sword Tamiel had (and Claire absconded with) than Cas’ blade.

“Well, yeah, that,” Dean agrees, not entirely sure why he’s even continuing the conversation and not bee-lining it the hell away from this display. But he just can’t let this go. “But they fucked up his name.”

The guy frowns. “Whaddya mean?”

“C-A-S-S?” Dean points at the label on the box.

The guy blinks in confusion. “Yeah…?”

“What’s up with the extra ‘s’?” Dean answers, as though the guy is being purposefully stupid. Unfortunately, the other guy is giving him the exact same look.

“…that’s how it’s spelled in the books? Because that’s how it’s pronounced?”

“That’s fucking stupid. It’s C-A-S-T-I-E-L. One ‘s’. So, Cas, one ‘s’.”

“I dunno what to tell you, man. That’s how the books spell it.”

“Well, the books are wrong.”

“…huh?”

“Whatever,” Dean grunts, tossing the box back on the display with probably more force than necessary and then stalking off in the direction of the phone store.

Cass, he thinks derisively with a snort. What the fuck is wrong with people?